CHAPTER 997
"...."
The battlefield fell into an eerie, suffocating silence as every eye watched Devan's Ki swords rush into Han's gourd.
They vanished into the vessel as if they were eager to be consumed, and soon enough, the final blade passed through the narrow opening.
Han shifted his stance slightly, glancing down at the gourd in his grip with a dark, knowing glint in his eyes.
Without a moment's hesitation, he lifted the container to his lips and began to drink.
Devan paused, visibly unsettled by this bizarre display.
This was his first time witnessing the brothers fight in earnest, and the spectacle was as strange as it was unnerving.
Of everyone in the Grimvale family, Han was the one who drew his deepest caution.
The others, including Borfan, were predictable—forces of nature that relied on brute strength and fists.
They rarely relied on complex strategy.
But Han was different.
